"Aww, honey, I'm sure thay'll have brooms at the school for you to use," Mrs. Wood assured her son. "You must remember that many young witches and wizards your age have not had any practice in flying before, and so they don't even own brooms of their own. If you brought your own... now, that wouldn't be at all fair, would it?"

He pouted, staring up at her and turning her words over in his mind. "No, I suppose you're right," he sighed. He still hated not being able to take his broom with him.

It was, after all, his best friend.